Apathy festers

Apathy festers,
On an untreated wound.
A self - fulfilling prophecy,
Gnaws at your soul.

A Delicate Ivy,
Determined until the end,
The irony of it all,
A sleeve-shaped-hole-in-your-heart.

A beam of sunlight,
Shatters the darkness,
Igniting conversation.

Shards of despair,
Remain as collector's items,
Reflections of pre-conceptions.

A minute becomes a moment,
And empathy blossoms.

By: Niall Walsh

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